This is a song about "Hit it with the nae nae"

But girl you got me open

Hit the joint and pass it son

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Suck it up, and hit like the rhythm flows through mc terra

With every syllable,every hit on the cymbal,

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Say you through will all my foul ways

Still got hit with the sun's rays

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this